Image from my friend, Marian Beaman
(she took this photo this morning outside her home in Florida)
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Black lace on fire~ the trees etch prayers into dawn’s slow blush. A tangerine peel splits, spilling light like stolen honey.
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